Ok heres the shiz...
So Madame Therapist and I met tonight. Session went fine and we are still in agreement that I am depressed, need medications (she agrees on that, not I) and need to create some sort of social life for myself.
It's not like I'm a fucking hermit. I leave the house. I have a job, which I hold down without issue. I have friends all over the fucking country and North America if I count my internet friends. I'm sorry but I'm not really sure that early 30's fun is the kind of fun I am into.
Go out and meet people, not so much. People my own age are fucking boring. Why go out and spend money being around people who spend their existance chasing money? I'd rather stay home and read a book, maybe watch a movie or play a game.
"But Jackass, you'll never meet that special someone, the one who will complete you and make everything whole."
That's fine, I'm a total asshole so as far as meeting the person to complete me, I don't have any room for that. Now if you will excuse me, I have audio books to go and listen to.
I hope you all are well.